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milliways_bar2015-07-17 08:23 pm
2goodarms) wrote in milliways_bar2015-07-17 08:23 pm
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AU Week: Daemonverse
Eighteen years of tight quarters led to some changes in basic biology. Everybody below the age of thirty settled as something small, compact, easy to keep close. People around Curtis’ age usually had something a little bigger: malleable enough to re-settle, just hardened enough not to venture too far from their original shape. A few people who were too old — too set in their ways, even after what the train did to them — ended up dying from the stress, unable to keep their outsize daemon from being touched so many times a day. Nobody had anything much bigger than a dog anymore.
And nobody’s daemon could ever get more than a foot or two away from them without feeling the strain of separation.
But, like Dejah’s fond of telling Curtis, he’s not on the train anymore. He remembers people whose links could extend almost the full width of a car. Joanna thinks it’s a shitty idea, but it’s just a test, he keeps reassuring her. It’s just another muscle to build up.
So, by the fire, Curtis hunches in an armchair with his eyes fixed on the honey badger next to his feet. Slowly, Joanna places one clawed foot in front of other other, inching forward against the pressure of their link.
They can do this. They’ve endured worse hurts.
[ooc: keeping it simple for AU week: daemons! Everything else about Curtis' background remains the same. Mun will be sporadic until about 10 PM ET, then around solidly until 11:30ish; post is open until I say it's not.]
And nobody’s daemon could ever get more than a foot or two away from them without feeling the strain of separation.
But, like Dejah’s fond of telling Curtis, he’s not on the train anymore. He remembers people whose links could extend almost the full width of a car. Joanna thinks it’s a shitty idea, but it’s just a test, he keeps reassuring her. It’s just another muscle to build up.
So, by the fire, Curtis hunches in an armchair with his eyes fixed on the honey badger next to his feet. Slowly, Joanna places one clawed foot in front of other other, inching forward against the pressure of their link.
They can do this. They’ve endured worse hurts.
[ooc: keeping it simple for AU week: daemons! Everything else about Curtis' background remains the same. Mun will be sporadic until about 10 PM ET, then around solidly until 11:30ish; post is open until I say it's not.]
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"Heard somebody call me his soul," Joanna adds.
"And -- I don't know. They might be?" Curtis goes on. "Either that or a pet."
"Fucking weird," mutters Joanna under her breath.
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He wants to grab his notebook, but doesn't. He'll do that later.
Instead he looks at Betria, who hasn't budged from her spot in minutes.
What would it be like if she was his daemon, and not some ordinary, rambunctious dog?
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Joanna follows his gaze to the dog. At least it's being pretty well-behaved now that it's gotten the do not touch message.
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Pause.
"If it's not rude?"